“Even when I’m on fire, I’m still divine.”
Today, I honor the truth that was revealed through my rage.
I’ve carried so much, stayed strong for so long—and sometimes I break.
But even in the breaking, there’s beauty. There’s growth.
I am not weak for having emotions. I’m human. I’m healing.
In the heat of it all, grace still found me.
In a deep breath. In a moment of clarity.
In the way I got back up, even if I was still angry or tired.
That’s grace. That’s God moving through the fire with me.
I release the shame of not being perfect.
I honor my sacred fire and all it burned away.
And I give thanks that I’m still here—still rising.
Love and light to all… and so it is.
— Rev. Angela July